The Phoenix Network:
About  |  Advertise
Adult  |  Moonsigns  |  Band Guide  |  Blogs  |  In Pictures

Freelance in Maine

Four decades of advocacy journalism
By LANCE TAPLEY  |  July 30, 2009

Our journalism echoes our politics: If the press reflects the times, which way will it go now? By Lance Tapley.
"Stop the press!"

I have actually heard someone yell that corny command in earnest — the excitable advertising manager of the Southington News, a weekly in Connecticut.

The press stopped.

It was 1966. A month out of college, I was at my first reporting job. Touched by an early breeze of the late-'60s activist hurricane, I had embarked on a series of stories supporting the clean-up of the local industrial sewer known as the Quinnipiac River. The advertising manager had wandered into the pressroom, where I was relishing my wondrous words on paper, and been seized by the conviction that my latest article rolling off the big cylinders would roil the central Connecticut business establishment.

He was overruled by the editor, who had encouraged my "crusade," as extended efforts in investigative, afflict-the-comfortable, comfort-the-afflicted journalism had been called since the muckrakers of the early 20th century. From this experience I took away a sense of power: I could stir things up.

So a year later, when I began work in the cluttered newsroom of the Portland Press Herald-Express, I looked for crusading opportunities. On my first day I was given the waterfront beat. I discovered that the waters of Portland Harbor and Casco Bay were full of opportunities — disgustingly smelly ones.

Each workday I arrived at the newsroom at 8 am, drank a cup of coffee as I read the Press Herald, and then hiked down the chipped-brick sidewalks of Exchange Street — it was just beginning to emerge from its derelict past — to see what I could quickly pick up on the piers, taking notes with an outsized pencil on a wad of folded copy paper. I had to have a story finished on my industrial-sized typewriter by 11:30 for that afternoon's (and now long-deceased) Express. Between my pedestrian reports on shipping news and pier redevelopment (this last still a front-page subject), I collected information for a series on toxic sewage, crumbling wharfs, and oil spills.

Here, too, I was supported by an editor — Byron Israelson, the Express city editor, a gifted teacher of the craft. I was encouraged also by Eddie Fitzpatrick, the Sunday Telegram feature editor, a sardonic Englishman who is now a Portland restaurateur. Indeed, the Portland newspapers of the time supported a crew of crusading journalists, including two full-time investigative reporters, Bill Williamson and Bill Langley, whom I also considered mentors.

After a year I left for a bigger paper, the Providence Journal, where I reported "straight" news in the conventional "objective" manner. A couple of years later I landed at the San Francisco Chronicle, where I became editor of the Sunday feature section. Living in post-beatnik, still-hippie North Beach, I had an excellent time exploring San Francisco's charms.

Work at the Chronicle was not so happy. Here my crusading involved inserting articles and columns in my section that were critical of the Vietnam War and Richard Nixon. These balanced, I felt, the "objective" front-page stories from Washington that too often bought what President Nixon's Republican administration was selling.

One day the very smooth executive news editor called me to his desk.

"Don't be too hard on Nixon," he warned quietly. "Nixon is a friend of the publisher."

I didn't follow his advice. From him and other top editors I had already gotten negative reviews of specific story and column choices. I knew my days at the Chronicle were limited.

My swan song was an effort to stimulate a staff revolt for "editorial rights," knowing it would fail, which was the case. After I was fired — or quit, depending on one's perspective — with my union-negotiated severance pay I withdrew to a cabin in the Sierra. I had taken detailed notes on the Chronicle's daily transgressions of journalistic ideals, and I wrote a sophomoric-in-tone but damning exposé, "Confessions of a Chronicle Editor," for the city's "alternative" weekly, the San Francisco Bay Guardian. That's how I became, at 27, a writer for the alternative press, then in its first bloom of overexcited irreverence, left-wing politics, and sloppy layout.

Because of the Chronicle's sensational coverage of the San Francisco hippie scene, it had a reputation as a liberal paper. If it was liberal, then I was radical, I concluded — and I let my hair grow even longer. Looking back, I see my "Confessions" as my decisive break from careerism. From then on, any daydream I had of becoming a foreign correspondent for the New York Times was silly.

On my way to attend an intellectual (as opposed to Molotov-cocktail-throwing) school for radicals in Mexico, I drove on a long detour to see my parents in Maine. I looked up a girl in Portland whom I had once briefly met. I never made it to Mexico. I also fell in love with Maine, despite my vow when I had left the Press Herald never to look back. Instead of changing the world, I decided to devote myself to changing my native state.

1  |  2  |   next >
Related: Man bites newspaper, Exploring deep within, Where has all the Gonzo gone?, More more >
  Topics: News Features , Media, Newspapers, Richard Nixon,  More more >
  • Share:
  • Share this entry with Facebook
  • Share this entry with Digg
  • Share this entry with Delicious
  • RSS feed
  • Email this article to a friend
  • Print this article
Re: Freelance in Maine
Lance epitomizes the journalist who writes about things that are important.  Like his journalistic mentors, however, he realizes that so often what sells papers and stories is not what is important.  When private lives become the main subject of public interest, the quality and dimensions of the public arena shrink. So warned Hannah Arendt - and she added that in early democratic Rome the slaves handled business - and only patricians had the right to vote. At least they knew what was important.  I also think that the coma Lance anticipates is already here.  If you own a television - and don't get al Jazeera or the BBC, you don;t get news.  It's just more of the same.  It's informative that most of the reporters and broadcasters on Al -jazeera came from CNN and BBC and commercial bland backgrounds. They realized that to report on what is happening - without the smothering hand of corporate controls - they would have to leave the USA.  And it's interesting that the progressive, business minded Muslim leader in Dubai - created a home where Israel is presented for what it is - the most aggressive and successful tribe in a 3 thousand year old war for land and bragging rights.  That could never happen in America.  We already know what we want to know.  And so we doze on.  Video games anyone? 
By chrism51 on 07/31/2009 at 1:23:19

Share this entry with Delicious

 See all articles by: LANCE TAPLEY

RSS Feed of for the most popular articles
 Most Viewed   Most Emailed 

  |  Sign In  |  Register
Phoenix Media/Communications Group:
Copyright © 2009 The Phoenix Media/Communications Group